He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. The moment he saw bloodstains, his nose curled in disgust.
She froze.
She's on her period??
She hadn't even checked herself after peeing earlier. Was she really that drunk that she couldn't feel anything strange as she walked?
He tossed the underwear aside like garbage and stared at her chest.
His Adam's apple bobbed when he saw the way her breasts strained against the bra.
"Damn" he muttered under his breath.
She cursed him silently, trying to free herself.
In the next second, the bra was gone.
Her small breasts bounced free, and without warning, his hands closed around them, rough and greedy.
She gasped, then gritted her teeth.
"You're sick. I hope you die right now!" she spat, her voice breaking with anger and disgust.
His face changed instantly. The hunger in his eyes burned into rage.
"You little bitch" he growled.
Before she could blink, he slapped her soundly. Her head snapped to the side, and her hair fell messily over her face.
The sting spread through her skin like fire.
She held back a cry, her jaw clenched tight.
That hurts!
"I should screw you right now, but time's ticking and the buyers are waiting," he said, his voice low and cold.
Buyers?
She blinked, confused. "What do you mean... buyers?"
He smiled coldly.
"You'll find out soon enough, pretty"
He turned to the other man. "Get the gown"
The man nodded, letting go of Novella's wrists, which were raw and red from his hold.
Someone's gonna buy her? Novella thought trembling.
Is this it? Is her life already over?
"Get in the shower. Clean yourself up" the man ordered harshly.
She didn't move.
"Get up bitch!" he muttered, annoyed.
She still didn't budge.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her up. She whimpered in pain.
"Let go of me!"
He dragged her to the shower, shoved her inside, and turned the water on.
"Clean. Up" he barked.
She stood still, tears running down her cheeks, mixing with the cold stream.
"I don't want to," she whispered, shaking vigorously.
He groaned and dragged her back out, throwing her to the floor. Her knees hit the tiles hard, scraping painfully.
The other man returned with a gown.
They dressed her roughly on the floor while she cried, too shaken to resist.
Once the gown was on, they lifted her and led her out.
Minutes later, they stopped at the black door and opened it.
Inside was a dimly lit room filled with men—powerful-looking and dangerous. Along the walls, other girls stood quietly, their eyes distant.
Novella's heart raced, taking it all in.
She swallowed hard, feeling every stare in the room fall on her.
Where... is she? What is this place?
"A new one" Black said firmly, turning to them.
"Yes, boss" the two men responded at once.
Novella was pushed inside. The door slammed shut behind her with a loud bang.
ITALY, MILAN – 3:00 AM
THE BLACK FANG CLAN
Three black cars raced into a wide compound, tires screeching across the pavement.
Mobsters around froze at the sound, eyes turning toward the cars.
The cars pulled up.
From the first car, two girls stepped out. They wore matching black leather jackets, tight pants, and low face caps that partially hid their faces.
Two guys got out of the second car, dressed the same way..
The last car, parked at the center, opened next.
A cute guy stepped out from the driver's side. Shortly, another figure got out from the back door.
The second he appeared, the air turned heavy.
Silence fell over the compound like a thick fog
Every head lowered in respect.
*Welcome boss.
*Welcome boss.
With his hands in his pockets, he walked away like he owned the world
Once he disappeared out of sight, everyone exhaled at once. Then the whispers began.
*He's back.
*The mission was successful.
*Of course it must... boss is involved.
*He's Cross D'Angelo. Failure doesn't exist in his world.
*Hey, did you just say his name out loud?
*Shit. Guess I'll go start digging my own grave.
The murmurs stayed quiet but no one dared to be too loud.
"You all planning to stand there all day" One of the guys who came with the cars asked the others, adjusting the black backpack over his shoulder.
They hissed and began to walk away, except a girl.
"Did you all just hiss at me?" the guy called out, holding his chest dramatically.
The girl who stayed behind, laughed softly, drawing his attention.
"You're not going in?" he asked, tilting his head.
"Waiting for you to go first," she said, kicking a small stone with her boot, her eyes on the ground.
"Ohhh" he mouthed and started leaving.
"Skull, wait!" she called out suddenly, jogging toward him.
He stopped, turning around with a blank stare.
"What is it?" he asked.
She hesitated, her eyes locked on his face.
"I just want to..." her voice trailed off.
"Want to what?" Skull asked, his brows pulling together.
Without answering, she closed the space between them, rose on her toes and kissed him.
It was slow and steady, but he didn't move, didn't kiss her back—just stood there, stunned.
A moment later, she pulled away.
"I just want to kiss you" she said, smirking as she licked her lips.
Then she winked and sprinted off without looking back.
Skull stayed frozen, eyes on her disappearing figure.
"She's insane" he muttered under his breath